Chapter 141

At the summit of the zhantuan monastery, countless transport planes soared from the tarmac like crows leaving their nests.

Storm crow gunboats and the remaining thunder Eagles formed a joint formation, forming an uneven shadow under the dark blue night sky.

Among them are the female warrior transport aircraft belonging to the auxiliary army of the regiment. Originally, this equipment was not in the armory of the star knight regiment, but after arriving at Nathan 4, due to the enthusiastic support of the star governor for the fans of the regiment, there happened to be a batch in the transshipment warehouse of Xinggang.

Although in principle they belonged to the Imperial Navy of the storm star domain, after issuing a brief report, these new female martial gods were directly sent to the armory of the star knight.

Although this will arouse the anger of the Navy, the governor of the planet has enough excuses.

The great star knight is about to launch an expedition.

Twelve female warriors in the apron had left, and the hangar became empty in an instant.

Only seven days have passed since Lord Mazar left, but the gathering of the regiment is coming to an end.

Those hovering far above the formation of surface aircraft are the battle group fleet.

The slave workers of each warship have prepared the plasma engine to push the warship to the jump point.

At this moment, every ship is buzzing one after another - although the star knights are involved in only two warships.

In the center of the assembly point, a uniform gunboat is waiting to enter the cavernous hangar of a giant ship, which is the floating base of the regiment, the spark.

Now it is hovering motionless in the void, dominating the starry sky as the leader of the herd dominates his own group. In other docks of Xinggang, several smaller warships are being built overtime.

Like other starfighter warships, Starfire is designed to do only one thing - Unleash overwhelming, heartbreaking anger on those stubborn worlds from high-level orbit.

This kind of work has been done many times. The airborne cabin and torpedo launching array on the ship have been burned black in long use.

From the tower of the regiment fortress, soshyan witnessed that the final preparations for the rally were about to be completed.

He could see the slender and elegant wake left by the thunder Eagle when it broke through the atmosphere and flew to the space assembly point, and he could also see the "nest" of the transport plane carrying the mortal auxiliary army pouring into the sky like a swarm of bees.

Around him, the tactical display shows the position of each force, and all forces that can be mobilized are slowly entering the warship formation, including the battle robot Corps.

Soon, even he will board the flagship.

The only forces of the regiment, all gathered in one place, all pointed to the same simple goal.

A familiar tremor awakened his genetically modified limbs.

The regiment may urgently need to grow and cultivate, but soshyan always believes that strong soldiers are tempered in the fire of war. No matter how intensive training, they can't make up for the lack of practical combat experience.

Those recruits who came out of obsidian fortress have not seen blood for a long time, which is not a good thing.

At this moment, all his limbs and bones were full of blood, and he was ready.

They are astat. They must not forget what they are best at.

The reason why soshyan participated in this battle was not only to dispel the doubts of the adjacent combat regiment and obtain a reliable ally, but also to remind all soldiers.

Suddenly, his remaining light saw a rune flashing at the door.

"Come in."

As soshyan spoke, he looked away from the fleet.

When he turned around, he saw balita EM strode into the room, and the pharmacist's eyes flashed with anger.

"Why?"

He asked directly. In the face of this almost rude behavior, soshyan spread his hands.

"This is..."

"Tell me why."

Soshyang sighed and closed the door with a push of his finger.

"You know what we're doing. All this needs to be kept secret. You're also an immortal."

Balita EM shook his head.

"Then let the regiment go to the battlefield without a pharmacist? Is that more important to you?"

"Only you can perform those operations. I can't give the recruits undergoing transformation to Ford."

"But you allowed him to participate in the operation."

"Because his technology can improve the survival rate of recruits, we should know that although it is only in the third stage, the mortality rate has exceeded 30%, and we can't afford such a huge loss."

A trace of shame flashed across balitaem's face.

"Then wait a minute. When the battle comes back, I can't miss the glory of participating in this operation! I can't give up watching the fighting brothers!"

Soshyan shook his head.

"Now is the time to decide success or failure. Those children are the hope of the regiment in the future, and I also need a smart mind to ensure that everything in the monastery fortress is normal. You don't have to go with us."

Balita EM roared, and soshyan could detect that frustration was piling up in the pharmacist's body.

"Commander Zhan, please, don't do this."

The pharmacist insisted, holding his armour tighter and tighter.

Soshyan's eyebrows rose slightly, and balita EM was always obedient and gentle in his memory, and never disobeyed orders.

"Pharmacist, you're threatening me."

He said in a deep voice, with some sullen tone.

Balitaem remained where he was, his eyes fixed on soshyan.

Finally, he hung his eyes reluctantly.

"I personally watched them struggle to die on the operating table."

The pharmacist mumbled the truth.

"Those children... My skills are far from being able to tide them over. I even think I'm personally murdering them... I'm afraid they will continue to die, and I'm becoming more and more irritable."

After understanding all this, soshyan looked carefully at balita em.

He knows the pharmacist very well. He is a pure warrior and a good man with warm blood and fearlessness.

But he still needs to understand that in this cruel galaxy, any sacrifice is acceptable - soshyan has understood this.

"No, brother."

Soshyan put his hand on his shoulder.

"No one is more suitable for this role than you. You can feel uneasy about the death of the candidate, which is enough to prove everything, but these costs are what we must pay."

Then he repeated his experience in SETIS.

"... therefore, the necessary evil and the necessary good are part of our journey. You need to face them calmly, not escape."

After hearing soshyan's story, balitaem's expression changed from frustration to firmness.

As the pharmacist's frustration subsided, soshyan relaxed.

"We should watch for a better future, because we shoulder the heavy task of rebuilding the regiment and even the Legion."

Soshyan lowered his head and whispered:

"I can only trust you."

Balita EM looked back into soshyan's eyes and accepted the arrangement.

"I see."